Verse 1 I keep the bread rising, watch the doorway light, Dust on the threshold, rumors in the night. They say my son is clever, silver on his tongue, Stealing hearts from Zion like a bell he’s rung. I fold his old cloak on the same wooden peg, Whisper, “Lord, remember,” while I bend my neck. If he moves in secret, find him where he hides, Guard him in the shadows, turn his feet to right. Pre-Chorus I cannot lift him higher than Your hands can lift, So take the boy I carried and finish what I missed. Chorus I will pray you home, boy, I will pray you home. When the night runs long and the lamps burn low, I will fast, I will plead, till mercy overflows. I will pray you home, boy, I will pray you home. Verse 2 Then thunder shook the mortar, bowls across the floor, The earth broke out in shouting like a temple door. They carried you in silent, white as winter clay, Your mouth without an answer, all your strength away. My fear was sharp as iron, my hope was warm as bread, We gathered, fasting, wept, and bowed our heads. Two nights, two days of aching, heaven held its breath, Till the hush cracked open and you rose from death. Pre-Chorus I could not make you new, but I could hold the fast, And God who counts our tears could break the spell at last. Chorus I will pray you home, boy, I will pray you home. From the darkest abyss to the marvelous glow, Till chains fall quiet and the old winds go. I will pray you home, boy, I will pray you home. Bridge You stood and said, “I’ve tasted gall and fire, But God has pulled me from the pit and raised my eyes.” Born of the Spirit, heart made clean, The boy I nursed came back a king. No flattery left, only truth in your tone, And love like living water running toward home. Verse 3 Now you lace your sandals, preach in every town, Mending what was broken, laying burdens down. Sons of Mosiah with you, publishing the peace, Planting fields of mercy where the thorns had been. I pack a little bread, kiss your forehead bone, Smile at all the mending in the seeds you’ve sown. I still wake before the sparrows, kneel upon the floor, Not out of worry now, but grateful to the core. Final Chorus I will pray you forward, I will pray you strong. Through hunger and heat and a thousand wrongs. From my quiet kitchen to the courts of God, I will pray you onward on the roads you walk. I will pray you home, boy, wherever you roam, Blessed are the feet that carry peace back home. Tag Bread on the board, knees on the floor, The Lord heard a mother, and He answered more.
